Novelas y relatos de Limerence

A pause, pregnant with pensive admiration— both time and walls itself hold their breaths. "You have, quite remarkably, completed the task. I had not hoped so much." Where dreams coalesce with reality, Lilian suits in earnest gratitude, "Thank you…" guided by his advisor's experienced hands. Financial prosperity begins to ebb and flow, "Now, to your next quest, Lilian Miller." - Infatuation. What is infatuation? What, oh elusive, is this mirage that we mortals yearn for? "Infatuation is a treacherous current, with a flick of its seductive wrist, sweeps us away into a realm of lies, suspended between ecstasy and… heartache?"

The boundaries between us blurred, and I found myself teetering on the precipice of desire. His presence lingered in the air, his scent permeating every corner of my existence. It clung to my clothes, my bedsheets, and even the furniture, a constant reminder of his proximity. The intoxicating blend of his essence intertwined with the scent of Lily of The Valley, creating an irresistible concoction that teased and tormented my senses. The yearning to taste the essence of Erdem's flesh, to indulge in the forbidden, consumed my every thought. I fought a battle within myself, struggling to maintain composure in the face of this overwhelming desire. Each day felt like an eternity, a test of my wi

Lucy exclaimed, she could have sworn that they had already had sex, the way her body was reacting was like a post intercourse tremor “I get that reaction a lot, I apologise for the,” Galen paused looking for the right words, “Mind fuck, pun intended, it is my way of seeing if we are compatible, I am pleased to say that we most definatly are,” Lucy smiled and let the negligee drop from her body exposing her pert breasts and neatly trimmed Venus mound, her body ached to have Galen inside her, almost as though her body missed him, like an old lover that you can’t quite forget,

He tossed the cigarette aside then walked towards the balcony with a new found energy inside of him. Whatever this kind of emotion is, it's different. It's not love nor is it lust. It's a need but not to the point where you'll latch and never let go. It's not like an addiction that you want to control yet you can't. It's more of a want. A type of emotion that's a bit Fucked-up, even for him. This was way different from his first relationship as well as his second. But one thing is similar though... There's something in Lissa that he can't get enough of. And every time something happens between them. Whether it's sex or something innocent. But whatever it is, he's getting more and more hooked

As he fondly watched her smile or frown or giggle while reading her books? It is undeniable that he likes her. Yes he had come to terms with that but he clearly doesn't love her. At least not yet that is. Could it probably be lust? Perhaps partly since he is attracted by her curvaceous waist and delicious thighs as well as her beautiful face and slender womanly fingers. His little witch also has natural seductive tendencies especially when she's "ovulating" or whatever. Then could it be infatuation? Hmmm, infatuation is what children feel for one another, what those hormoneous teens always mistaken for love, but no. It's something deeper and more mature, after all the two of them are hundred

My wolf sniggered in my brain feeling the dithering emotions in my body and fears that prevented me from sealing the deal, but her words only made heat rush to my cheeks thinking about going all the way and that same fear to bud in my chest. “I can smell the rise in your pheromone's sweetheart and see the many conflicting thoughts hiding within those beautiful eyes, why do you fight with what your body truly wants?” Lucian asked with a slight chuckle in his voice sensing the mental torment his touches were having on me, which worsened the moment his tongue left his lips and ran so gently over my bottom lip.

‎ ‎Lucian stepped closer. ‎ ‎“That’s what triggered it.” ‎ ‎Her heart skipped. ‎ ‎“The bond?” ‎ ‎Lucian nodded. ‎ ‎“When mates feel intense emotion for each other… the connection becomes stronger.” ‎ ‎Lyra tried to sound casual. ‎ ‎“Hypothetically speaking… what kind of emotion?” ‎ ‎Lucian looked directly into her eyes. ‎ ‎“Love.” ‎ ‎Lyra immediately looked away. ‎ ‎“Let’s not jump to conclusions.”

The thought of having to kiss and seduce him before that point…to let him have sex with me to be marked already turns my stomach and makes me feel extremely gross, like it's incest or some crazy thing. “No…. that's not what imprinting is…It’s fate finding the lover who was always meant to be yours and ensuring you're together. Cutting out delays and detours. You have to already have a path in some reality where your hearts are intertwined for an imprint to happen. An interrupted passion that didn't happen because someone altered your story or will in the future, so the fates reset it. Love was always going to happen. Destined soul mates…. Simon isn’t it! You would have loved him by now.”

Dimitri’s mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile. I dropped my hands and stared at him. “So this mark thing…explain. In detail. Slowly. Like I’m five.” “A mark is…permanent. Mostly. It ties your emotions, your instincts, sometimes even your strength to each other. He'll be drawn to you…hard. It'll be almost impossible for him to stay away for long. And you…” He hesitated. “You'll feel him too. Especially when he's close. Especially when he's hurting. Or wanting or regretting. When he feels anger. Need. Love.”

“But… it’s not working. Your scent… it’s not enough to calm the heat, not like Elric’s used to.” The name was a mistake. A low, dangerous growl rumbled in Lucen’s chest, a vibration I felt through my whole body. The scent of sandalwood and bergamot sharpened, now laced with something wild, something possessive. The coiled spring inside me snapped, not from pain, but from a terrifying, thrilling thrill. This wasn’t just comfort anymore. This was something else entirely. I brushed my mouth against Lucen’s once more, intending only a teasing graze, but the second our lips met he surged forward, a low growl vibrating through his chest as he took the kiss I’d offered and made it savage.